Mo Jiawei looked at Fang Heng with a bitter face. "Great, that won't work either."
"Okay, I got it." Fang Heng nodded.
He admitted that he couldn't do something like a mass extinction of the human race.
It seemed that the key to breaking the situation was still in the high-tier worlds.
The blood of ordinary people in low-tier worlds contained too little power. It would be better to go to a higher-tier world and slaughter a holy court priest than to drain the blood of ten million people.
The matter of entering a higher-tier world had to be put on the agenda as soon as possible.
"Hayez, study the coffin first. I'll think of a way to get the blood."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Fang Heng looked at Mo Jiawei and said, "It's almost time. Let's go back and take a look."
"Okay." Mo Jiawei also nodded and left a sleeping bag on the spot.
...
On a private plane, Fang Heng got out of the game cabin and stretched.
